In My Old Cabin Home - Fiddlin John Carson

Here is my old cabin;

Here lies my sister and my brother;

Here lies my wife-she's the joy of my life-

My child in the grave with her mother

I am going to leave this land, with this old darkies' band

Travel all the wide world over

I get tired, I will settle down to rest

Away down in my old cabin home

Here is my old cabin;

Here lies my sister and my brother;

Here lies my wife-she's the joy of my life-

My child in the grave with her mother

Old age comes on me, and my hair is turning gray;

Hang up my fiddle all alone;

I’ll set down by the fire, and I’ll pass the time away

Away down in my old cabin home

Here is my old cabin;

Here lies my sister and my brother;

Here lies my wife-she's the joy of my life-

My child in the grave with her mother

Here is my old cabin;

Here lies my sister and my brother;

Here lies my wife-she's the joy of my life-

My child in the grave with her mother

I am going to leave this land, with this old darkies' band

Travel all the wide world over

I get tired, I will settle down to rest

Away down in my old cabin home